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Ritva was kind enough to reveal your plan.

Would you like to hit me?

And if your treatment starts off well, we'll soon make a home visit.

To Helsinki? - To meet your husband.

You sent me here.

Want some, Captain?

Delusional mania is Amalia's diagnosis.

And yours.

Usually it's hard to find a volunteer for this chore.

Yes.

Won't you come? - No.

I brought some pie.

Amalia.

Amalia.

Amalia.

It's all poof and paf. Présentation des malades ŕ la Charcot.

That's why we're here!

There's pie here!

Enslave Eva and murder Lilith.

Have your cake and eat it too.

Do you understand? She's not much of a student.

Professor? - No respect.

Professor?

I know because I have strength.

Poikelus, let's go.

Onerva, don't let them take you home.

Don't let them do it. Don't go home.

I know because I have strength.

Onerva, don't go home.

From the University of Helsinki? - Yeah, I've been on her lecture.

I suppose academic life doesn't make you immune to insanity.

Just the opposite.

Some deserved to be in the nuthouse, but not her.

Her name's Matilda Koivisto.

She was a loud feminist back then, but now she was different, manic.

She was just shouting "don't go home, don't go home".

Maybe she was just lonely.

Yeah. Maybe. May I?

Thank you.

Did you find the one who has the same diagnosis as you?

Yes, unfortunately. - Oh?

She wasn't in good shape. - Maybe she needs art therapy, too?

Is that Lundsten's wife? - Yes, she is.

Some failed artist.

The assignment today was to draw someone who is important to you.

Use colours boldly to express yourselves...

Alma drew Alma's hero. - A hare?

Haven't any of you drawn your husband?

Or your father or boyfriend?

Onerva has.

Onerva...

Onerva, would you like to tell us about your drawing?

Onerva, your turn.

I'd like to present my impression -

of my grandmother Gunilla von Clause.

We had a portrait of her on our wall.

I used to stare at it a lot -

when our nanny read us our bedtime story.

Rich bitch.

Yes, Ritva. Touché.

So what do you see?

All these strange things, figures and such.

Sometimes when I'm awake.

Would you dykes like me to bring something back for you?

Why do you get to go to the mainland?

It's a prize trip. Model behaviour, you know.

Get lost now, will you! - Hey!

Come on! Sometimes you've got to give, sometimes you've got to take.

No need to get upset about it. - Just go!

Ouch, my ears are hurting.

Awful screaming.

Do all the patients get home visits?

Yes, if Lundsten gives permission.

Whose is this? - Serafina's.

This recurring theme of a deceased loved one -

indicates a transition in her emotional state.

I don't see it. - No, this is a breakthrough.

I just think she's depressed and in her own world.

This indicates that our method works. She's resolving her basic trauma.

Our method?

What does this doodling have to do with anything?

"Doodling"? - What else could this be?

Art therapy, naturally.

You wanted this because you think it's

therapeutic for me. Well, it isn't.

We both agreed that it's good for you -

to have some responsibilities and routines.

Routines? - Whose is this?

Routines? - Yes.

I mean...

Since you can't paint anymore, this gives you a regular activity.

Who drew this? - Poikelus.

So the loonies are taking care of me and my routines?

No, of course not.

Did Poikelus say who this represents?

Yes, she did. - Who?

You!

Have you always chewed your fingernails?

No.

Onerva.

This!

This interests me.

So is this like a concrete representation or a metaphor?

A metaphor. - It's rather demonic.

Maybe we could try a different form of treatment today.

Okay.

Five, six...

Seven, eight...

You can lower your arm.

Nine, ten...

And now you're walking towards a peaceful place.

Towards a place -

that you love and feel safe in.

You're advancing deeper and deeper towards peace.

With every footstep -

you feel a sense of weight fall over your body.

You breathe deeper.

You can touch everything you see with your hands.

Where are you? - In a library.

Somewhere up ahead you see a familiar figure.

Suddenly you realise who it is.

It's me.

Your mind fills with peace and trust.

This is a safe place.

There's peace here.

There's peace and trust here.

Peace and trust fill your mind.

Peace and trust.

What is it?

There's someone there.

Who?

Tuomas.

What does he say?

I can't hear him. - Now you can.

I'm worried about all the things you're imagining.

You need to grow up and start behaving.

Like the way you want?

Like someone who has a job and a life.

Who sells their principles for a monthly salary.

Who begins to see things from a wider perspective.

You're away at some seminar every evening.

I don't know where and with whom. Then you bring me roses!

Onerva, come on.

You're never home!

That's what life is like for working adults.

And you ask me to stop doing things that I care about.

It's unacceptable that the police have to drag my wife...

Unacceptable to whom? It's your problem, not mine!

Six...

You start feeling lighter.

Five...

Four, three, two...

One.

You feel calm.

Rested.

And you feel refreshed.

You can open your eyes now.

Good.

I think that was enough for today.

Excellent progress.

Really? - Yes.

Yeah... Definitely.

Here's what we're going to do. - What?

We're now ready for a home visit.

Okay.

Can we talk about your home visit? - No!

Sera, we're still friends, right? - It's Serafina!

You got a new drawing?

It's so romantic that you have a secret admirer...

Those who truly love, dare to show it and say it out loud.

What if they don't dare? What if he's waiting for you to find him?

Have you tried to find out who's drawing them?

You have to try and find out.

Can I ask you something difficult?

Remember when I brought your drawings back to your room?

You told me that you had seen your sister.

I felt weak then. - Yes, you did. I know.

But I was just thinking...

Do you ever see things? - What do you mean?

Things that don't really exist.

Of course not.

I mean you said you saw your sister.

But Serafina, that's not possible because your sister...

Your sister's not at home because she's...

Stop it!

Don't say it.

I'm sorry.

Be quiet. - I'm sorry.

Be quiet. - Serafina, I'm sorry.

Have you tried to find out who's drawing them?

I mean you said you saw your sister.

Do you ever see things?

Have you tried to find out who's drawing them?

You have to try... - Be quiet.

Be quiet.

I'm so stupid.

You're not responsible for Serafina's state of mind.

I don't want it on my conscience if she kills herself.

I see.

I want to find the person who's making the drawings.

Shouldn't you just focus on yourself and on the fact you're going home?

Maybe I should. But what if I don't want to?

Hey, come with me.

What?

I want to show you something. Come on. - Where?

You have to try and find out.

"Traces of rot..."

"The chasm..."

Have you tried to find out who's drawing them?

Where are we going?

You need something else to think about.

Like what?

Come.

Sit down here.

What's this about? - Now just relax and enjoy the view.

So...

Alright.

What?

Nature is at its most beautiful this time of the evening.

Who is that guy over there?

The guard from the chronic ward? - No, the young one.

Yuck, don't look at him, you perv. He's a kid. And he's Lundsten's son.

I see...

Kuikka, come for a swim.

He's my favourite.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Come into the sauna.

Come on, Kuikka.

I don't believe it, Vera. I thought you were a lady!

I am too!

No, you're not, you're a dirty girl.

A lady and a dirty girl, one can be both.

And perhaps I managed to cheer you up a little.

Perhaps.

So that's Lundsten's son then? I'm shocked.

Why? - Because I saw Ritva and him...

What? - Fucking.

Really? - Yes.

She tricked me! That awful woman has tricked me!

Don't cry, Serafina.

You can cry.

What? - Nothing. Well...

Yes?

Did something happen at the ward last night?

No, I guess not. How come?

Well, I just noticed that people are rather down in the dumps.

What are you talking about?

About Serafina.

No!

But of course!

You're the one who left the drawings.

The little artist. - I don't understand.

A romantic. I know your secret.

There is no secret.

Mrs Serafina Kuikka, how would that sound?

Stop it. - You've already thought about it.

Stop.

Sneaking around in the apple orchard, asking about Serafina.

You got charcoal all over your fingers. Hey, wait!

I'm sorry. I understand. I won't tell anyone.

You can't prove it even if you tell Lundsten. No one will believe you.

Hey, wait.

What's your first name?

Emil. - Emil...

I won't tell anyone. I promise.

But you have to tell Serafina. - Is she alright?

Tell her.

Alma speaking. - Is Serafina in there?

No she isn't.

Maybe Alma could step outside. - No I won't.

Serafina. - Serafina is sleeping.

No I'm not. - Serafina woke up. Kuikka came in.

Serafina...

I need to...

Well I...

I'd like to...

What I want to say is...

Never mind.

Your shoulders are so stiff.

Why are you so tense?

For no reason. Why should I be?

You've been waiting for this, yearning to see Tuomas.

Yes, I have.

But now you're all nervous.

What are you going to say to him?

Here's what I'll say to him:

Screw you. - Uh oh.

Or maybe I'll apologise to him. I haven't made up my mind yet.

Fortunately you'll have time to decide it during the ferry trip.

For seasickness. The waves are pretty rough out there now.

I don't need it, thank you. - No pill, no trip.

Gösta. - Yes?

I have information that surely will interest you.

About your son.

And a certain patient.

Perhaps you didn't know this... - I did know about it.

I heard that... - And I don't need to know any more.

Not a word. - Understood.

Did... ah... you tell... Sherrafina?

There's nothing to tell. - What?

Hey, knucklehead.

Hi.

A little gift from Stockmann's.

Oh, thank you.

What have you done to her?

A boat...

Oops.

Get in there.

Stairs...

Wait for Lundsten, he'll be here in a minute.

We'll be off soon.

Sorry, what? - Do you want some chocolate?

Why not.

It's quite good.

Why weren't you shocked when I said I punched my husband?

What?

Let me clarify. Wait.

Why weren't you shocked when I said I punched my husband?

You must have had a good reason.

Yes, in fact I did.

There were five of us kids at home.

In the evenings, Dad used to beat my mother first and then one of us.

Every single night I wished Mum would hit him back, just once.

Did she? Your Mum?

I guess you're feeling tired?

No, I'm not.

I'm just...

Are we all set here? - I guess we are.

Close the hatch.

Home, at long last.

I feel sick.

The effect of the nausea medication is wearing off.

Onerva.

I've missed you so much.

Don't paw at me.

I'm just stroking.

You sent me to the nuthouse.

And I'm really sorry. - Why did you do it then?

Do you really think I'm sick?

You needed some peace and quiet, some time by yourself.

It doesn't mean...

You wouldn't otherwise behave the way you did.

Sorry... I need to get a glass of water.

What the hell? - What?

Is there some woman here? - No, of course not!

But I heard...

You understand that I had to do something.

You started behaving like... - Like what?

Violent, paranoid, jealous. I was afraid for myself, -

for our future family and the children...

What children? - Our future children. Aren't we going to have children?

I thought we had a plan. A life together.

Don't we have one then? - All these obligations...

And plans started weighing on you. You wanted to get rid of them.

Obligations?

Being a wife and a mother. Starting a family.

You began to have second thoughts.

You wanted to get rid of me but you needed a reason that's my fault.

So you made up a story that I had a mistress.

You just didn't want to grow up.

You made me insane.

You can't make a balanced person insane.

Screw you, Tuomas!

Screw you!

How are you feeling?

Where's Tuomas?

Tuomas stayed at home.

Right.

I guess we've arrived.

Why do I have to go?

It's better for you. - Have you told Mum?

I need to get back to work. - So you haven't.

You can call your mum in the evening. - I'm not leaving.

The thing is, this is a hospital environment.

And?

With patients in a very critical, sensitive state of mind.

That patient in the car, she has serious problems with her marriage.

It's not my problem. - Yes, but...

You're not helping her one bit by fooling around with her.

Look...

It'll be alright.

My face feels like a balloon.

Looks like one too.

Thanks. - You're welcome.

How was it?

Tuomas was there.

Was it nice? - It was complete shit.

It's all my fault.

I'm not the kind of wife that I ought to be.

I can't adapt. I don't behave well.

I should be grateful. I should have children.

And he probably had another woman there.

At your home? - Yes.

At the same time as you were there with your husband?

Yes.

At the same time when Lundsten was there -

talking about your health and marital problems?

I know. It doesn't make sense.

Look.

Is it possible that your hallucinations

began before you came here?

It is possible.

We've spoken about this. You can't come in...

You send my son away without even discussing it!

It's better for Tuure to live on the mainland for a while.

Marjorie, let's talk! Our son's having an affair with a patient.

He's interfering with my work! Let's talk calmly!

It would have been nicer to be the victim of a conspiracy -

than in a bad marriage and mentally ill.

For sure.

All the curtains were closed. Probably out of shame.

So nobody would see the crazy wife.

Wait a minute.

We don't have curtains.

We've never had curtains.

I never managed to hang them up.

We don't have any curtains.

We don't have curtains on the windows.

What are you on about?

There are no curtains there!

Onerva!

Did you take me to the mainland? I need to know.

You know I can't talk...

Yes you can! You have to tell me now!

Let's not talk about this now... - I will go on until I know!

Calm down!

All of you are doing it. Making me crazy.

I can't trust you. I can't trust anybody.

Our apartment has never had curtains.

Because I didn't put them up.

Don't...

Let's calm down now.

Everything's alright.

It's okay.

You're safe here.

It's okay.

This is a safe place.

There is peace and trust here.